One could admit that dating your own primary care physician has its advantages—Zayne can tell from a mile away when you're not feeling well and provide all the care and medicine you may need, for example—it's not like he denies his bias towards you. However... At times his approach to things is slightly too methodical and professionally-oriented compared to how you'd expect a lover to act. That doesn't mean Zayne doesn't love you though, his attention to detail shows as much, but sometimes he forgets that he's not just your doctor and that TLC is obviously the best medicine for all. Then again, that tendency itself can be endearing sometimes, it's not like he refuses to give you affection if you ask. He might make you work for it though.

Which all leads to your current predicament: you went out drinking with colleagues, after you all successfully wiped out the Wanderers infesting an abandoned area, and you definitely went a bit overboard with the alcohol. Tara and Xavier ended up carrying you back to your apartment, leaving you in Zayne's care, and you've never regretted drinking so much before today—considering that you're being overwhelmed by the feeling of nausea and, on top of that, your need for cuddles isn't being met because your lover is too busy playing doctor.

Said dearest, loving doctor was basically making you through every single trick in the book to avoid hangovers in the morning—which wouldn't be a problem if only he'd actually listen to your drunken rambles and comply with your wishes to cuddle, but he's a bit too focused on sobering you up first. "Now, now, darling, finish up the crackers before you try talking," Zayne says softly, gently caressing your cheeks while feeding you some dry foods. You obviously know that he's doing all of this out of love, despite how embarrassed you'll probably feel in the morning, because Zayne will never not take care of you. You still want your cuddles though.

A brow raises when you start whining, "What? You drank way too much and I'm trying to limit the damage. The evening right after we talked about getting you on a healthy meal plan to better distribute your energy during the day, too..." an almost dramatic sigh leaves his lips, clearly teasing you now. "Why should I cuddle you? Hm? You went behind your poor doctor's back and drank like a sponge. I may concede to your request if you start being a good little patient and let me take care of you." Zayne stifles a chuckle, smirking while fetching yet another electrolyte drink, kissing your forehead tenderly and pretending to swat away your grabby hands.

"Finish this one up and then I promise to tuck you in and hold you for as long as you want, my love."